I dream of a world,
Where there is no fur,
Where sheep produce more wool,
Than the huskies do,
Where you can vacuum it up,
And wait an hour,
And the floor is still clean,
And not covered again,
Where their coats are all smooth,
And not blowing out,
Where brushing helps out,
For more than an hour,
I dream of a world,
Where there is no fur,
Where the shedding of huskies,
Was done in a week.
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 4:17 AM UTC
I dream of a world,
Where there is no fur,
Where sheep produce more wool,
Than the huskies do,
Where you can vacuum it up,
And wait an hour,
And the floor is still clean,
And not covered again,
Where their coats are all smooth,
And not blowing out,
Where brushing helps out,
For more than an hour,
I dream of a world,
Where there is no fur,
Where the shedding of huskies,
Was done in a week.
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